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Flesh & Blood

Title: Flesh & Blood (An S/X adaptation of the Rutger Hauer movie of the same name)

Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, rape, violence, vague non graphic mentions of het sex, swearing, angst, harsh themes, mild Sub/Dom. OOC, varying chapter lengths, Unbeta'd, blatant use of movie dialogue.
Rating: NC17 Throughout
Pairing: 100% S/X
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

Note1: This is Europe in 1501. Times and people were harsh. Life was cheap and plague rife. This is not a cuddly story and Spike is not a cuddly character. Some might find his treatment of Xander, questionable.

Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*

Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.

Note 4: This is a human/medieval Spike and Xander expect them to behave as such.

Summary: When Prince Rupert is usurped and ousted from his city, he lays siege. He decides to use a group of wandering mercenaries led by the charismatic but dangerous Spike to supplement his army. When he goes back on his word to allow the mercenaries 24 hours free hand to loot the City unopposed, Spike plots revenge. Unfortunately it is Rupert's 18 year old, scholarly son Xander who must pay the price.

Chapter 16/26 + Epilogue

Rating: NC17




Chapter: 16/26 + Epilogue

Rating NC17 Throughout

A/N: I am aware that if Plague symptoms appeared this quickly (and they sometimes did) it had gone straight to the third and final stage and was ALWAYS fatal. However if the movie or this fic waited the 3 to 5 days for symptoms to appear it would never finish. LOL. Angelus has first stage Plague his chances of survial are about 50/50.


Angelus's vision blurred and his head pounded painfully, he swayed in the saddle, the young Lieutenant looked at him with concern. "Are you alright Captain?" Angelus nodded dumbly. Rupert shielded his eyes against the sun. "Well your castle looks deserted Captain."

Angelus squinted up the hill and shivered as a chill passed through him. "They're there I'd stake my life on it." Rupert glared at him. "Not your life, Captain, my son's," he snapped. The Captain winced as a sharp pain lanced through his stomach. "Half a dozen men come with me," he said hoarsely. "the rest of you wait here for Father Daniel to catch us up." He urged his horse up the hill. The Prince and six soldiers rode with him. They halted at the base of the castle and Angelus shouted up. "Hail the castle."

Crouched down out of sight, Spike heard the voice and looked at Gunn. "Angelus," he whispered. Xander shook his head. "Can't be, he went into retirement, got married and has a farm." Spike studied Xander a moment. "Why don't you say hello to him Little Prince, and your father?" Xander frowned. "Why?" Spike shrugged. "Be polite to show them you're still alive." Xander shook his head. Spike tightened his grip on him. "Get up there," he snapped, urging Xander to stand.

Xander stood in plain sight. His father's face lit up. "Xander, are you alright?" He shouted. "Yes I'm fine, " Xander replied. " having a good time." Angelus groaned loudly. Rupert looked sharply at him. "Those filthy swine must be forcing him say that." Angelus looked up and squinted his eyes against the painful glare of the sun. "I think he means it." He doubled over in the saddle with a groan. "Have a care what you're inferring Captain!" Rupert hissed. Angelus straightened. "Are you their prisoner Xander?" He called. Xander hesitated, behind him Spike gave him a small push whilst still holding him and he seemed to sway. Angelus squinted "What the hell.... Where are they boy?" Spike stood. "Right here Captain." His arms snaked around Xander's waist and he pulled him back against him. The others stood.

Rupert's face darkened with fury. "You filthy bastard! If you hurt Xander." Spike's face spread into a wide grin and his hand slid down to palm Xander's crotch obscenely. Xander moaned. "C'mon Rupert I hurt him day and night," he laughed. "and he loves it!" Rupert turned to Angelus doubled over in the saddle clutching his stomach. "Do something man!" Angelus groaned. Exasperated Rupert looked up. "Let him go and you can keep the castle and the loot you've got and we'll ride away, leave you in peace. You have my word." Spike let out a barking laugh. "Like we had your word before? We have the castle and the loot, if you want the boy you're going to have to pay the ransom."

"Captain!" Rupert snapped. Angelus clenched his teeth against the lancing pain. "Tell him you'll pay, buy us time." Rupert huffed. Spike was trapped in the castle, the mercenaries weren't going anywhere as far as he could see and there was no reason to bluff. He needed time to speak with Angelus, straighten the oaf out and formulate a way of getting back Xander and killing the wretched scum once and for all. "The wagon is a day behind." He lied. Spike narrowed his eyes, he smelt a rat. "In that case I don't want to see hide nor hair of you or your men until it arrives and you come to discuss terms," Xander turned and looked at him. "or it'll go badly for the boy," he threatened. Angelus groaned. "Spike, don't hurt the boy, he has no part in this, your quarrel is not with him."

Spike gave a noncommittal grunt and smirked. "You can go now." Willow picked up a jug and hurled it at Rupert, it smashed at his horse's feet and it reared. "That's for my dead baby!" She screamed. Others picked up fruit and jugs, plates, anything the could find and began pelting them. The horses milled and reared, Angelus too weak to hold on slid from the saddle and the mercenaries laughed as he landed heavily on the ground. "For God's sake Captain!" The Prince snapped. "Get him on his horse and lets get out of here!"

Angelus lay on the makeshift bed inside the tent, muttering Elizabeth's name deliriously. Father Daniel examined him whilst Rupert paced to and fro. "Well?"

Father Daniel looked up. "He's burning up with fever, it's Plague, he must have caught it from the girl."

"God damn him to Hell! Why now?" Rupert growled. Will he recover?"

Father Daniel took a bowl and sharp knife from his bag and a tourniquet. "He's strong." Rupert snorted. "What exactly does that mean?"

"He'll take longer to die," he said bluntly. Rupert scowled. "What are you going to do?"

"Bleed him." He put the leather band round Angelus's arm and tightened and buckled it.

Rupert huffed. "That does no damn good."

"It has been a tried and trusted remedy since Roman times." Daniel huffed.

"The Plague Pits and graveyards are full of your tried and trusted remedy. Xander read an Arab text in which it said there was a higher survival rate if you lanced the swellings."

Daniel glared. "Lancing the swellings is unChristian! No eighteen year old boy is going to advise me!" Rupert spun on his heel and ducked out of the tent. Angelus reached out weakly and grasped Daniel's arm. "Do as the boy read," he grimaced. "lance the swellings." Daniel grasped the knife. "No Arab quack is going to teach me how to doctor!" He sliced into the vein, Angelus screamed and passed out as his blood ran into the bowl.
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